Megan Breedlove

I started my day early,
Before the room was light.
I lifted my son from his crib
And wished it was still night.
But as I held him close and said,
‘’Hi ……….. , precious one’’,
I knew that as I greeted him,
I greeted too God’s Son.

When my daughter woke up later
Calling, ‘’Mommy! Mommy! Down!’’
I picked her up and hugged her
In her worn Elmo nightgown.
I know she felt the closeness
That a mother’s touch affords.
I welcomed not just …….,
But so, too, the Lord of Lords.

That day, I mixed some formula
And opened jars of peas.
I fixed some ‘’pizza butter’’ bread
When she grinned and said, ‘’Pleeeease’’.
I heated up some leftovers;
I had to nuke them twice.
And when I fed my children,
I was feeding Jesus Christ.

I made some funny faces,
And ‘’played puzzles’’ on the floor.
I dressed kitties, ran around outside,
And played with them some more.
Whe laughed and jumped and tickled,
Making memories to be stored.
When I spent time with my children,
I spent time with my Lord.

I wiped up sticky cereal
And washed the dishes clean.
I straightened, picked up, put away,
And dusted in between.
I did six loads of laundry
And folded it like new.
When I cleaned for my children,
I cleaned for my Savior, too.

When my children were both crying,
I held them in my arms.
I cuddled them and whispered
That I’d keep them safe from harm.
I told them how their Father saved them
With His perfect Lamb.
When I comforted my children,
I comforted I Am.

Later on that evening,
I put them in the bath.
I washed their little bodies
As they kicked around and splashed.
I dried them in soft towels
And put their jammies on.
When I washed my children’s feet.
I washed the Holy One.

I cooked and cleaned and rearranged,
Made beds and taught and played.
I made sure that we had food to eat
And that we often prayed.
I died to self.
I made a home from ordinary things
But when I served my children,
I served the King of Kings.

To some I have done nothing,
But to two, I’ve done the world.
I made eternal differences
To my precious boy and girl
And to the One who watches over
Every pathway that I trod.
For when I’ve loved my precious children,
I’ve loved Almighty God.

LOVING JESUS
By Megan Breedlove